Flow Recovery
(Poetry) Each begs the other to shed the shear layers
The river runs in both directions at the confluence, erosion tricks the eye and water runs skyward. Stagnation forces flow into holy embrace, deep oscillations interface; becoming One is rhythmically unstable. Each begs the other to shed the shear layers and reach maximum velocity.
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How this stanza goes:
"becoming One is
rhythmically unstable."
It is for me a state of in-between, simultaneously saying and not saying that it's impossible, especially the way it finds its way into the river. More than meets the inattentive eye for sure!
Absolutely stellar yet again. The imagery and subtext, the duel nature of it.
I need to work on vernacular because constantly calling you poetry beautiful is no longer enough when you are putting out this level of art.
This was definitely the cherry on top of a bitchin day.
Literally always a pleasure, and never enough.